Biopunk
Biopunk (a portmanteau of "biotechnology" and "punk") is a subgenre of science fiction that focuses on biotechnology. It is derived from cyberpunk, but focuses on the implications of biotechnology rather than information technology. Biopunk is concerned with synthetic biology. It is derived of cyberpunk involving bio-hackers, mega-corporations, and oppressive government agencies that manipulate human DNA. Most often keeping with the dark atmosphere of cyberpunk, biopunk generally examines the dark side of genetic engineering and represents the low side of biotechnology. Common ideas of this sub-genre are biotechnologies in the context of the gap between the rich and poor, the value and nature of life and humanity, human enhancement, misusage of biotechnologies for social control and profit.
Description
Biopunk science fiction is a subgenre also like cyberpunk fiction that focuses on the near-future (most often unintended) consequences of the biotechnology revolution following the discovery of recombinant DNA. Biopunk stories explore the struggles of individuals or groups, often the product of human experimentation, against a typically dystopian backdrop of totalitarian governments and megacorporations which misuse biotechnologies as means of social control and profiteering. Unlike cyberpunk, it builds not on information technology, but on synthetic biology. Like in postcyberpunk fiction, individuals are usually modified and enhanced not with cyberware, but by genetic manipulation. A common feature of biopunk fiction is the "black clinic", which is a laboratory, clinic, or hospital that performs illegal, unregulated, or ethically-dubious biological modification and genetic engineering procedures. Many features of biopunk fiction have their roots in William Gibson's Neuromancer, one of the first cyberpunk novels.
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- Artists Against Drunk Driving, Volume 4 released: 2001
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I'm In The Wrong Business
by: B.B. KingI'm in the wrong business
I swear I ain't lyin'
I stay hungry, broke all the time
I'm gonna send my guitar home
Leave these blues alone
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
Should have been a boxer
Makin' the movie "Rocky 3"
I would be a star
Like the wrestler Mr. T
Should've been like Michael Jackson
When I was the age of five
But chose this guitar
Now I'm broke and can't survive
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
'Cause I stay hungry, broke all the time
I'm gonna send my guitar home
Leave these blues alone
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
These guitar freaks
Have made my blood sugar go up
Be better off
If I was driving a trailer truck
Like Boxcar Willie
I played these blues and made me a bum
I'm gonna give up this music
Move back to the farm
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
'Cause I stay broke, hungry all the time
I'm gonna send my guitar home
Leave these blues alone
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
I've played these blues
Now I'm full up to my neck
If I keep on playin' I tell you
I'm gonna do like Johnny Paycheck
He had a job
Got money for years
I'm gonna shelve my guitar
I ain't got no job to shelve
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
Stay broke, hungry all the time
I'm gonna send my guitar home
Leave these blues alone
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin', folks
Stay broke, hungry all the time
I'm gonna send my guitar home
Leave these blues alone
I'm in the wrong business